In the dead of night I disposed of the murder weapons down sewers accessed from the gym cellars. I knew that I would be in big trouble if I were caught, but at least I had not killed anyone myself (except for the single monk some time ago, but I reckoned that didn’t count).

I spent the next day with Finns who were wearing hijabs just to see if people treated them any differently when dressed this way. I tried not to worry too much about the forthcoming French exam and my predicted poor performance. S, of course, would come top, and H would also do well now that she was taking lessons again.